Remmick #sinners Romane & Geschichten

She has encounter him few times now and she could tell he want to attract her attention. Too bad, her mind is already set on Antonio William. “I just helped you. Shouldn’t I get a thanks or something?” Remington ask. Heather give an exasperate chuckle, moving a bit back from him and cross her hands against her chest. “I know what you are after. But I’m sorry, can’t date a geek” her voice lace with mockery, her gaze focus on his glasses for a second. Remington chuckle, finding her amusing. He nod his head. “I haven’t introduce myself yet. I’m Remy, I play on the school lacrosse team”

He walked like a lunatic… stopped when he was finally an inch away from me. “I underestimated you, sin-doll. You’re the devil himself. And when I return, I’ll be your hell. You ratted me out, didn’t you? Couldn’t stand my presence — you just had to ruin my life again. I swear it by God himself, Remi. I will return, and you will die by my hands.”

The woman who had my mother’s name listed as emergency contact. Amelia. My sister. All and Sebastian didn’t know yet. And for the first time… I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. Because something told me that he already did. And he was keeping secrets too. ---

The response from his coven was immediate, as they were all ready to be called anytime the war would begin, and for the first time in a long time, Remmick felt like his purpose was blank. He takes a journey back to his manor, but his sulking thoughts were immediately broken by the scent of something sweet yet so familiar in the air: blood. He trails their scent, a surprise and carefulness in his wings as he flies to the spot under a cliff to see wedged between the small opening was a male, his face and chest covered with blood, and at first, anyone would think he was dead, but his heartbeat was faint. Remmick didn't know what had come over him; normally he would leave them for dead, but righ

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

“But I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill him.” “Do you know who did it?” “Lucas,” I said desperately. “The reason he framed me was just so I can take the fall. I’m pretty sure it’s him, please!” There was a sudden, harsh knock at the door, startling us both. The investigator stood up and strode to answer it. As she opened the door, another officer began speaking without hesitation. “You need to see this, Penny. Fresh evidence just came in.”

Fortunately, his car windshield was darkly tinted. Liam opened the lights and slightly touched my collar bone with remorse. “I’m sorry, I stained your gorgeous skin.” That prompted me to warily open my bag and bring out my compact powder mirror. I looked that part over the reflection and found a reddish hickey slightly under my collar bone. I searched for my blazer, and including the dream catcher, I found it beside my right foot. I immediately wore it, making sure that no one could see my mark as it was truly suspicious.

I knew that he has come into the room but decided not to be vocal about it and just pretended to be sleeping. Looking at the clock, I find it reading half past six in the morning. Oh, well! I will be sleeping in for a few more hours then. But as I close my eyes, those emerald green orbs come into my head and I quickly open my eyes. Why? Why do you have such an effect on me, Darin? All I want to do right now is to forget about you, but you just would not let me. Even when you hate me from the core of your bones, I can't seem to do the same! And I know that it is because I am a criminal in your eyes who killed your dad. Honestly, I don't regret killing Benjamin Morellis. But when it comes to h